It's Seven o'Clock And I Want to Rock

I finally had some time to read some of the books from the last couple of years worth. I headed in the right direction with the Dark Tower, re-reading The Drawing of the Three, in English this time, to get me some continuity once I get around to reading The Waste Lands. After that it was on to Chuck Palahniuk's Fight Club. I had seen the movie, but the book was a bit more visceral. (although the translation I read was a bit literal at points, detracting a bit from the gritty atmosphere by making me chuckle)
But alas, Bookfest - bringer of cheap birthday gifts and lots of papery goodness - was in the neighbourhood once again, filling my bag with books and my queue with said books. On top of that, I really want to read Alice Sebold's The Lovely Bones before I go watch Peter Jackson's adaptation.
Fortunately, these still only amount to a grand total of ten odd books, which could be cleared in less than a week, if I put my mind to it.

Tonight the band will have their grand rehearsal, the last one before the big gig tomorrow evening. We are certain to rock and roll all night. (and the party the next day as well)

T-minus 30 hours and counting